Justin had his pals over there to play games and such last night. Then, today, he had to make all things ready for an Open House plus Swiffer the floors at his step-mother’s home which was also having a showing today.
Late afternoon he
called to ask me a flavor---could I please pick him up at the dog track where
he was dropping off his father’s car, and then give him a ride back to that
house. It’s not nice to interrupt your mom’s Sunday afternoon rest but I gave
him a break and did it. The good news was that four families toured the place
during the Open House which sort of makes it worth the effort.
It was over an hour on
the road going up and then back down Hwy. 17 to help out my boy. It's a good thing he's cute, as Mom and I used to say. But, I know he will help me out when I am in a pinch…Anyway,
he promised to stop and get soda for my troubles so that is great!
Before his call, I had
begun watching a funny movie, one I would not ordinarily tune into, but it
captured me with talk of Europe. “The Last Holiday” with Queen Latifa in the
lead role, was about a woman diagnosed with three weeks to live. She cashed out
all her investments, quit her job, and headed to Europe to enjoy a certain
hotel/spa of her dreams. She spent like she had it (which she did after cashing
out!) but was kind, spoke her mind because she had no reason not to, and was
about to meet up with the man of her dreams…when Justin called for his ride.
Blast! Now I won’t know how it turned out! I will have to watch it another time
to see how it ends.
You might wonder what
made my day, though. This happened when Justin got back here, carried up his
belongings as well as the soda cases, then sat in my desk chair. He heaved a
great sigh, and said, “It feels so good to be home…” Justin went on to say that
he had felt sort of funny staying down at his father’s house, had a weird
feeling in him, but as he got closer to home, he began to feel better. And now,
he felt good again! I was 'heart-warmed', doing cartwheels inside, but
outwardly, I simply acknowledged his feelings. There is a huge difference between living in a 'model' and living in a 'home'. He was looking forward to taking
a shower ‘in my own shower’, washing his clothes in fresh-smelling water, and
being in his own room. In fact, even promised to straighten things up in there
tonight. Most recently though, he confessed to losing his ambition---boy, I
never saw THAT coming! But yet, my day has been made!
